Fredrick_Udele

The hottest man I’ve ever seen is now my new boss—
and I’m stuck in a house with him…
Until one of us cracks.

I’ve got debt—yeah, I know, so does everyone else on Planet Earth.
But the bills I’m paying keep my dad and my grandma alive.
So it’s pretty messed-up for Timofey Viktorov to use them as a threat to keep me under control.

Not that he cares.
As a billionaire CEO, he takes no prisoners in the boardroom.
And as the don of the Viktorov Bratva, he takes no prisoners in real life, either.

Which is why he has no qualms about extorting me into taking his deal.
Live in my mansion…
Care for my baby…
Or suffer the consequences.

But he’s not the only one with an agenda.
Timofey has skeletons in his closet—and I’m determined to dig them out.
He’s just as determined to keep me far away from the secrets of his past.

The longer I’m in his house, the tenser things get.
Every time we brush past each other in the hallway, something sparks.
Every time we cross paths in the night, the ice grows thinner.

Sooner or later, it’s going to crack.

Whiskey Poison

"It's a fucking furnace in here." I grimace, swiping my hand over the back of my damp neck.


The NICU is a balmy seventy-five degrees at least. My clothes stick to my skin, and I would give anything to dive into another bath. Preferably with a naked Piper waiting beneath the surface.


I glance over. The hair at her temples is curling in the humidity. The sheen across her skin reminds me of the dewy glow she had post-orgasm.


"Well, Benjamin can't really wear clothes with all of this going on," she says, gesturing to his tiny body. "They want to keep him comfortable."


Her words send the dirty thoughts scuttling to the dark corners of my mind where they belong. Benjamin is wearing nothing but a diaper, a huge white bandage, and a maze of wires and tubes. They crisscross over his sleeping body and connect to a half-dozen different machines beeping around his bassinet.


He looks impossibly small next to all of the equipment.


CHAPTER 72